Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.